“Why talk about it?” said Molly. “You could never reach any conclusion, and guessing doesn’t help.”
“Oh, just as a matter of interest,” replied Judy. “For instance, if we were detectives and put on the case, how would we go about finding the criminal?”
“I should look for a silly mischief-maker,” said Mary Stewart. “Some foolish girl who wanted to do a clever thing. Freshmen at boys’ colleges are often like that.”
“You don’t think it was a freshman, do you, Miss Stewart?” cried Mabel Hinton, turning her round spectacles on Mary like a large, serious owl.
“Oh, no, indeed. I was only joking. I haven’t the remotest notion who it is.”
“If I were a detective on the case,” said Mabel Hinton, “I should look for a junior who was jealous of the seniors. Some one who had a grudge, perhaps.”
“If I were a detective,” announced Margaret Wakefield, in her most judicial manner, “I should look for some one who had a grudge against Molly.”
“Of course; I never thought of that. It did happen just as Molly was about to give the encore, didn’t it?”
“It did,” answered Margaret.
The girls had all stopped chattering in duets and trios to listen.